It is in the middle of the night
That they come
Ugly faces of discontented mothers
Of rape victims who are shocked to be relieved
When they miscarry such hateful babies
In the dark
They moan
Old hags who never marry
But have seen
Penises of all shapes, colors, and sizes
Sometimes
There's just that nice lady
Who adds up her monthly salary to own an apartment
But can never really
Add up
And then
There's the cripple
Who wants to move her big toes but just
Couldn't
It is in the middle of the night
That I get ugly.
